Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, get it crack a latin in this bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this
(Ice and E-40)

For that don't know
We do it this,we do it like this
(Like how?, this)

I gotta say some 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of motherfuckers 40 lingo
Every time I see yo' bitch ass you got a
And you ain't wrote shit, got it my people

whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, blast on your
dub, no "California Love," California slugs
From California bloods, and Calfironia

Dip ridin' them little itty bitty ass
In the like you might see on shoppin' carts
If I ain't ridin' mustard or mayonnaise zinas
And bowed toes, [unverified] low on
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less than nothin', a constipated

fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice and E-40 doin' a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no better than pimpin'
That's heat two of the most and Godzilla ass niggaz
To ever the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your

gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

Now, I might talk a different but I'm not Scottish
Got more in jail, than I do in college
I'm a cold piece of [unverified] through the park
And come back fifteen minutes in a different car

On the of flamboastin' purposes
Smokin'
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in concrete habitat
(Thumper)
Never know when you just might have to, put a on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is houses
We got, ten houses, even, spend ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
Comin' with mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

bitch, turn into a rich bitch
Every trick bitch wanna be a bitch
We got big ol', big gates
We got big ol', big gold, nickel
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin' it real, two niggaz the hood makin' mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

Let me tell you, niggaz can't offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is just like me, they can't believe what they see

Pull you over, it's over, nigga, be sober
through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, with tickin' ass Rolex
A blast 'til the soul reflects

My roots grew up tearin' projects, players shootin' craps
Placin' side bets, full of naps pimpin'
Bunch of ruffnecks, the old tracks mayne
cars sex, servin' cocaine

White girl, wedding dress, in the dope
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Ford Excursion
heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin' I'm still stuck

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your